In the world of Type-Moon, start by becoming Morgan's husband!

Ian gave a false smile.

"Okay, I understand. Let's try it when we have a chance."

Hearing this, Altria's deep green eyes suddenly became more starry.

There was a hint of cunning in her eyes, which was normal for her age - although Ian could see it at a glance.

"Mr. Ian!"

Altria patted the bed next to her - that was actually Morgan's bed.

"Can you sit over here?"

"..."

Ian didn't say much and just sat there as she asked.

But as soon as he sat down, Altria put her hand on him.

It's somewhat similar to Morgan, but a little softer.

"Mr. Ian, do you still remember the promise you made?"

"You said...you wanted me to know how to be a girl."

Looking at the hand on the back of his hand, Ian hesitated for a moment, then replied:

"Yes, of course I remember it."

"That--"

"Mr. Ian, I have some ideas. Can you try them with me?"

As soon as Ian nodded, Altria raised her body.

The soft lips were pressed against the mouth of this man who was much older than her with a bit of shyness.

But she did not feel backed down by this. Instead, she became even more proactive than before.

She pulled up the hand that she had just clenched and moved it step by step towards the upper part of her white dress.

That was the part she had to hide at all times.

Encountered——

The slowly closing fingers were proof of the girl's success.

Altria fell into unprecedented happiness.

but--

This happiness did not last long.

Because Ian quickly moved his hand away, ending their kiss.

He looked at her in silence for a long time before he uttered a sentence:

"Altoria, are you imitating Morgan?"

"Eh? 兦!"

Seen through.

And he saw through it without reservation.

Altria was indeed imitating Morgan's movements.

She didn't know how to become the girl Ian wanted.

Then choose to imitate.

Since he had already witnessed Ian's intoxication with Morgan.

As long as you follow it, there will always be a good result, right?

"Mr. Ian, please listen to my explanation!"

Having been seen through, Altria hurriedly tried to explain everything to Ian.

But he rubbed Altria's head and replied:

"No need to explain."

"Altria, I know what you are thinking."

"But I think you should also understand that blindly imitating is meaningless. It is just like swordsmanship. You must take the step of gaining understanding yourself before you can truly master it."

"But--"

Altria lowered her head.

“I don’t know what to do to realize it.”

"It's ok."

Ian stood up.

"You'll find out soon enough."

【You walked towards where the wine was placed.】

[You pick up an exquisite glass and fill it with fine wine.]

[The purple liquid swayed in the cup, creating ripples, and the fragrance filled the air, as if the entire room had fallen into a sea of ​​flowers.]

[You took the glass of wine and returned to Altria.]

In front of the girl, Ian took a sip of wine.

He shrugged and said to Altria:

"Would you like a taste?"

"This is wine made from the best grapes in Camelot."

"it is good."

After Altria answered, she took the wine glass from Ian.

She turned the glass little by little so that the place where Ian had just drunk was facing her.

Gulu gulu——

The throat trembled.

Altria took a sip of wine.

This was the first time she indulged herself like this.

After all, when she was in the village, her adoptive father Hector did not allow her to do this.

Although wine is delicious, it is also a poison that paralyzes knights.

but--

Altria looked at the man in front of her.

It doesn't matter if it's in front of him, right?

"Does the wine taste okay?" Ian's voice rang out.

“Very, very good!”

Altria replied hurriedly.

“It’s such a pleasure to taste such good wine from Mr. Ian!”

"That's good."

Ian touched Altria's cheek, his eyes filled with mixed emotions.

He knew he was doing something pretty despicable.

But now that things have come to this, there is no turning back.

"Altria, do you know that you look adorable right now?"

"Have it?"

The girl's face turned red after being praised like this, and it was hard to tell whether it was the result of being drunk or being overwhelmed with emotion.

"some."

Ian put the wine glass on the round table beside the bed, turned around, and with a little force, he easily pushed Altria onto the bed.

He stood above her and spoke in an unquestionable tone:

"Altria, if it's just that promise, it's actually not as complicated as you think."

“As long as you realize you don’t have to be tough on everything, that’s a good start.”

"Just like now, in my eyes, you are a complete girl."

"Is that so?"

Altria's eyes were a little dazed.

"Mr. Ian...I think I understand a little bit what to do."

"Ah That's good."

"And..." Ian's eyes were filled with some impure intentions.

"Altria, you will definitely taste this better wine after you inherit the throne."

"So there's no need to be alarmed."

"But, Mr. Ian."

Altria looked up at him.

"For me, the wine you have tasted is the most delicious wine."

"No." Ian shook his head, "Altria, you can't think like that."

"There are so many things I haven't touched, and you have to shoulder the responsibilities you need to face to deal with the enemies this country faces."

"Mr. Ian, do you mean to ask me to kill the enemy for you?"

"And not just for me, but for all of Camelot."

Ian knew that he was certainly not that righteous.

He was just a despicable man, a lustful man who coveted the body of the princess.

He hid his own purpose within Camelot's purpose, making everything seem natural and reasonable.

But after saying these words, Ian discovered that there was still a trace of knight's spirit left in his soul.

Is this the beginning of the wavering again?

This cannot be done.

There can only be Morgan in my heart.

"Altria, can you understand what I mean?" he said.

[Altria, who was lying on Morgan's bed, looked at you with a slightly red face. ]

[You don't know what her silence means - seeing through you? Or is it just refusing to admit it?]

【Fortunately, this situation did not last long. 】

She gave her answer.

"I understand, Mr. Ian."

Altria put her arms around Ian's neck.

Compared to Morgan's lustful look, she has more of the purity that is unique to her age.

Because I like someone, I will hug their neck.

"I will definitely bring victory back to Camelot."

"But before that, you will always stay with me, right?"

Ian didn't answer, just smiled.